21st of January 2016

Helping Joe, Episode 47

Introduction:

This week on Helping Joe, Nils and Charlie talk with Joe about his health, why his energy is so low and what to do to get better. They also talk about gratitude & gratefulness (Joe doesn’t have any) and the first week of his new job.

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Show Notes:

“…whose studies of isolated nonindustrialized peoples established the parameters of human health and determined the optimum characteristics of human diets. Dr. Price’s research demonstrated that humans achieve perfect physical form and perfect health generation after generation only when they consume nutrient-dense whole foods and the vital fat-soluble activators found exclusively in animal fats.”

This is Joe’s referral code for Fancy Hands so you can help yourself to their services while helping his poor ginger ass get some free tasks to use on things like scheduling a doctor’s appointment, making a restaurant reservation for a date, or outsourcing list research.

Leading up to Halloween? Couldn’t be happier. The second after midnight on the 31st? The gloom & grey come down like a mildewy theatre curtain.

Please don’t forget, these next few months, until the spring kicks in and we can all start skateboarding on the serotonin rainbow of summer — you CAN get through this. One way is to go regularly help someone else. In a big or small way. Talk to someone regularly, or bring someone food or just your company. One selfish benefit of charity is it gives you a free vacation from inside your own head. Don’t worry — all that gorgeous nonsense & noise you’ve got rattling around inside your skull will politely wait until you come back.

And now I’m going to give you a weird piece of advice that’s always worked for me.

Read something Russian. Novel, short story, play, poem. Especially Pushkin or Dostoyevsky. Holy moley did those guys live train wreck lives, and they lived them in a state of near-constant, tomb-like winter.

They didn’t write happy stuff, those Russians. But man did they sling some defiant word-bricks at the darkness, as if to say, to their own depression and madness, “I own YOU. You’re merely renting space within my mind & soul. You REALLY want to stake a claim to my headspace? Then you’re gonna have to share it with some darkness of my OWN creation. I’m gonna give you a roommate called CRIME & PUNISHMENT that’ll
send you screaming out onto the Russian steppes.”

Read something Russian. Remind your depression that you have access to ancient, arctic gloom-blasts, and that if you can’t make it leave your head, you can sure as shit frighten it into being a polite guest until the snow melts.”